Friends Poem by Vevely Meeka Hazaa
Friends
They call themselves your friends.
But what goes on in their heads?
Do they really mean it?
When they smile,
is it for real?
I had friends who
weren't very honest.
They just tried to steal the other away.
They tried to make me look bad,
to make me look like
a liar
a cheater
someone they can't trust.
I am not friends with them anymore.
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